We have no choice in our birth
Or the time we are brought into this earth
Henceforth tis only by a want
A choice not to be flaunt
It's a fight that will only put on delay
The day when we kiss this world away
Destined for a date unfathomable
But to some the beauty is discoverable
Each soul lives by self a self goal
Wonderful wants tucked into a unique skull
To some the end is a terrible fear
Others becon it near
"Love thy neighbor"
They may be poor
Or
Shut you out with the slam of a door
But, if you love you can do no more
We will all face the hooded reaper
It can end in a gentle whisper
Or a terrible fight of terror
For many including i
We don't wish to die
But there are those who suffer
Whose choice to live is to worse than the other
We all wish to save eachother
And yet must discover
Dieing is a salvation
To a burdened soul without any hope of a collection
Of their deserved happy memories
Denied to them since infancies
As awful truths as these
Death is no disease
I love you
And no matter what may be
That is true

We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.

You told me you loved me that night after track
You told me you loved me & I said it back.
You told me you loved me & we were forever
You told me you loved me no matter the weather.
You told me you loved me, but I didn't believe you
You told me you loved me & 'I'll never leave you'.
You told me you loved me & it was fast and quick
You told me you loved me but my laugh made you sick.
You told me you loved but this was the last
You told me you loved her & our love was the past.

i remember how
you used to trace
my freckles with
the tip of your
index finger.
it was as if each
spot on the bridge
of my nose, set your
hands on fire.
it was okay though
because i have eyes
just like the ocean.
you always had a
place to cool off.
i guess you eventually
realized you rather
just stay inside.

I just took a bath so hot that I could see little swirls of steam rise off of my body. I was hoping that every kiss, finger print, and cell that you ever left on my skin would burn off and slide down the drain. I don't really mind that my fingernail polish is almost always chipped & I don't really mind my hair being in knots. What really bothers me is the fact that I am still thinking about you.

it is 3 o'clock
and the night is deep.
we are a solar eclipse
and I am your moon.
you pull me close and then
even closer
just to be sure I stay warm.
even the stars are jealous
of the way we sleep
and planets lean in to smile.
space doesn't seem
as big as it did
once compared to
my love for you.